The torches in the dungeon reflect the light that is flickering.

The environment here is far from as beautiful as the castle on the upper level of the ground, and the two worlds are isolated by the decaying wooden ladders in disrepair.

The walls were hung with blood-stained torture instruments, and the air near the coast and the well-watered land allowed the ground to converge into dirty and muddy streams.

At the end of the dark corridor, there were forgotten corpses in the cell that were hidden in the years and years. The fat mice roaming from the warehouse on the other side ran by unscrupulously from time to time, leaving a heart-wrenching shadow and a distant creaking sound.

Behind the broken wooden table, Yang Ce's black Spanish leather boots with the Ferrancis Cavaliers and Spurs were raised high on the table. His hands supported his chin, and a face that was in deep thought was reflected in the flashes of fire.

He didn't know which step was wrong, and there was a problem with the method of asking for ransom by the Han pirates.

In their methods, the Spanish nobles obediently wrote letters to their families to raise enough ransoms. The Yilan merchants may not be able to save their lives and still enjoy it. However, they returned home in the hands of the Dutch merchants.

The Dutch merchants behind the wooden cage fence not only did not want to pay their ransom, but also took the initiative to propose a business to him.

Even if Yang Ce wants to spend ten days and ten nights, he will never think of a big business even if he wants to break his mind.

It even made Yang Ce a little nervous.

He raised his hand and made a gesture to the subordinates of the Han military officer standing beside the torch on the wall. Soon a Makino cigarette was dismantled into tobacco and stuffed into a pipe made of Asian obsidian, lit it and handed it to his hand.

In the smoke, he looked at the other side of the wooden cage fence, and the merchants and nobles wearing black hats and black clothes were also looking at him with their heads wearing white Ruff collars.

It looks like a bunch of heads cut off and placed on a plate, and it looks like a group of umbrella lizards from the Nanyang islands.

They looked eager and eager, letting Yang Ce know that he was in trouble.

Silence, a long silence.

There is only Yang Ce's sigh every once in the dungeon.

Until the light of the pipe went out, Yang Ce took off his legs, gently knocked on the table with the pipe, and looked forward, and finally broke the silence and pointed to the cell and said, "Say it again, what do you want me to do?"

"The Guardians of the Netherlands, stop the war and return it to peace."

Yang Ce didn't know what expression he should put on his face when he heard these words, but he was sure that it must be puzzled: "Is this an excuse for you not to pay the ransom?"

"No, we will give you a ransom. If you don't have money to hire a mercenary army, you will hang everyone when the Spanish come. Why not let you kill us here? Your family can still use this money to continue mercenary army to resist the Spanish."

"You have an army, and we ask you to govern at the third level, be the guardian of the Netherlands, be the governor, give us Protestants the opportunity to survive and help us resist the Spaniards, and we will give you this money, more than the ransom."

"Even if you want to be a king, as long as you can defeat the Spaniards and let the merchants walk on the sea freely, we will support you as a king."

Yang Ce had never seen such a thing in his life. He was just here to fight a robber. If he was a robber who broke into the house, these Dutch noble merchants were the victims who begged the robbers not to leave.

Where is such a thing? Where is such a person?

This world is a prosperous era for the Ming Dynasty; but for Yang Ce who was drifting overseas, it was a chaotic era.

Since being packaged as a pirate by Gao Gong, it has been like a lonely boat pouring into the sea of ​​waves, and has now become a giant ship of turmoil. He is the general of the Han Dynasty and the commander of the Grand Marshal Sang Hai. His rigid and rigid people will not live today.

But you can't be too flexible, too flexible. Power, especially military power, is a sharp blade. The sharp blade is in your hand and will have the will of killing. If you are not careful, you will become a beast driven by desire.

Yang Ce always felt a sense of contradiction in his heart that he knew that he could not do human affairs, but he always wanted to be a personal person.

Always kill people and set fires, occasionally helping the poor and helping the poor.

Now this sense of contradiction is coming again.

He was moved.

But he didn't agree, just frowned, and continued to use very fluent Spanish in the past and rarely spoken somewhat unfamiliar in the past two years and asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

When they heard this question, the Dutch nobles and merchants in the cell looked at each other in an extremely helpless look.

The feeling of claiming to be unlucky is beyond words.

"The general knows that our consul, William of Orange, was killed by Spanish King Philip a few days ago. "An old businessman elected to negotiate with Yangze said: "Three generations of the Orange family have been governors of the Netherlands. We respect him and he sympathize with us."

"Many years ago, when the Roman Heresy Tribunal ruled over two million Netherlands as heresy, Philip was going to execute us all, and William of Orange gave up his noble power to stand with us."

"So we elected his son, Morris, as the consul, but he was too young, only sixteen."

"So we intend to follow William's policy of getting close to France when he was alive and ask Henry III to govern the Netherlands, but France believes that this is too risky."

The more he spoke, the helpless expression on the old businessman's face became stronger. He looked at Yang Ce and whispered: "Henry's reply to the Netherlands said that it would be an indecent rule to govern the Netherlands at this time, encouraged us to continue fighting, and promised to support weapons and free troops, but would not come to govern."

"Their court believes that when governing the Netherlands at this time, France will get involved in Spain, and it is very likely to be attacked by the Duke of White Mountain."

"We then thought of England's generous and kind Queen Elizabeth, who was also unwilling to get into trouble for it and gave up rule over the Netherlands, but her promise was stronger than the sly French, England would send the Earl of Leicester to the Netherlands to lead the army to assist us in defending against the Spanish."

When Yang Ce heard this name, he nodded slowly, suddenly realized, and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh..."

Earl of Lesser, acquaintance.

He met him in northern London and led his troops to set fire to several villages. He was beaten and left thousands of corpses and ran away with his tail.

Seeing Yang Ce's expression, the old Dutch businessman also knew what he had thought of and said, "I believe that you are very clear about the next thing. All those who can ask for help in the Netherlands have been brought to the Ming Dynasty...ah."

"Then why not find the Four Guards? Oh, it's just a dangerous place." Yang Ce asked with suspicious eyes: "You bought gunpowder from them."

"Diet and wait?" The merchant of the Netherlands couldn't understand the word, and then said when he thought of Gunpowder: "You are talking about Sofia, right? They can't get through, and they are enemies with Rigamarika for many years and cannot send troops."

This is about Sweden and Denmark.

"So, you want to find me as the governor."
Chapter completed!